X-mas sketches from the Dartmouth Literary Monthly — John Shaqi
X-mas sketches from the Dartmouth Literary Monthly
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X-mas sketches from the Dartmouth Literary Monthly
Christmas stories; College students' writings, American -- New Hampshire -- Hanover
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IN GREEN AND WHITE—VOL. I.
X-MAS SKETCHES
FROM THE
Dartmouth Literary Monthly.
EDITED BY
EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER, ’94.
CONCORD, N. H.:
REPUBLICAN PRESS ASSOCIATION.
1893.
Copyrighted, 1893,
BY EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER.
[Illustration: Decoration]
CONTENTS.
MEDALLION OF OLD PINE Frontispiece
SUITE FOUR 1
OUR WINTER BIRDS 15
A NEW YEAR’S LEGACY 29
BY PROXY 47
IN THE SHADOW OF SHEEP MOUNTAIN 61
CHRISTMAS EVE,—A FANTASY 87
CLANCY’S HOME-COMING 103
MUSIC HATH CHARMS 115
THE SPRIG’S BALL 129
CHRISTMAS EVE AT THE CLUB 145
JUST A WORD.
Just a word in regard to this little book, which we venture to add
to the more pretentious undergraduate literature. The sketches and
illustrations are those which appeared in the Christmas number
of The “LIT.” We do not present them as masterpieces, but merely
as representing the present literary work in college along the
line of fiction. Several of the stories are their author’s “first
appearance,” and the thumb-nail sketches are the first attempt, we
believe, at college magazine illustrating. It is hoped that other
volumes may in time be added, forming an “In Green and White”
series. If this vest-pocket volume serve as a souvenir of The “LIT.”
and an incentive to story-telling, it is well.
E. O. G.
HANOVER, N. H.,
December, ’93.
SUITE FOUR.
SUITE FOUR.
H. C. PEARSON.
[Illustrations by E. V. Spooner.]
Ted Tracy sat in his little back room, gazed out of the window, and
sighed. The sighing was not consequential upon the gazing, though it
might well have been, for four walls of windows about a roofed-in
court, with a grey sky sullenly peering in three stories higher, does
not form a remarkably cheerful spectacle; not even when compared with
a ten-by-twelve room containing as its sole ornaments a folding bed,
a commode, three chairs, and a mirror. But Ted’s usually buoyant soul
would have risen above these surroundings, as easily as the curls of
his cigarette smoke; something much more depressing squeezed out that
sigh.
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